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A persistent pattern of extremely warm and dry weather has suddenly given way frequent downpours. Rain seems to materialize out of nowhere and without warning. Air temperature drops ten or more degrees in just minutes, only to rebound once the storms move on. This morning brought another round of storms. Unlike the stealthy ones of the past few days, the arrival of this completes was heralded by ominously dark skies that actually caused the streetlights to illuminate. Thunder rumbled seemingly for miles creating the 'bowling alley' effect where the sound emanates from one point of the compass clear across to the opposite. Lightning split the sky open several times, impossibly bright even in daylight. I winced instinctively timely several times in response to the intense flashes of light. The storm churned north of the village for some time, creating stunning visuals but without precipitation. These are the moments I live for, experiencing the wrath of Mother Nature but at a reasonable safe distance. Finally I began to get peppered with ice cold droplets of rain. Not a soft summer rain that you don't mind being in. This was hard rain, stinging to the touch. Rain like this serves as a warning of what's ahead and I've learned to heed it. This forlorn pair of figurines, a Madonna and Virgin Mary, stand lonely vigil over a grave about to get blasted. You can almost sense the resignation of the distant figure: 'oh not again.' The head had broken off of the other figure, but had been reattached (as if no one would notice). Even the gash across the neck could not quell the look of defiance; unbowed even by the intensity of the impending storm.
"But indeed, it is not so much for its beauty
- that the forest makes a claim upon men's
hearts, as for that subtle something,
that quality of the air, that emanates from
the old trees, that so wonderfully changes
and renews a weary spirit." Robert Louis Stevenson
One of the brightest and most intricate of my superheroes works... emanating high Energy to all!
Inspired by the incredible Juzzie Smith, SUPERHEROES:
From 2 of my photos digitally tickled...
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Velvetleaf seedpods (Abutilon theophrasti, Malvaceae) in a warm orange bokeh emanating from a backlit maple tree in its brilliant autumn colors.
Oshkosh, Wisconsin
The native range of Abutilon theophrasti stretches across southern Asia. Today, it is widely naturalized and pestiferous in many regions as a weed of agricultural fields and gardens and is invasive in many natural areas. These seedheads were on a weedy specimen that appeared in my home garden.
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“As translucent as the webbing
of a duck's foot, just so,
the dragonfly altar-piece,
a membrane, illumined
by elsewhere's glow
that brims and glares,
is only fit to lid by vining,
and so embraces.
This ornament is an abrasion
encircling flares of lit hatching
that once again traverse it
like a fisher's net through water.
What of this weedy emanation
that adorns itself with braided stems,
viridescent now in summer
as its mossy gems glisten
with otherworldly gloss and shimmer.
This kneeling place is wet
with the possibility of immersion.
Like lines of rust upon the air,
their bodies emphatically
hyphenate the world, hovering
to describe arcs that enclose attention,
greening-in the supplicant to slip
further beneath the surface line.”
—George Angel
The purple heron (Ardea purpurea) is a wide-ranging species of wading bird in the heron family, Ardeidae. The scientific name comes from Latin ardea "heron", and purpureus, "coloured purple". It breeds in Africa, central and southern Europe, and southern and eastern Asia. The Western Palearctic populations migrate between breeding and wintering habitats whereas the African and tropical-Asian populations are primarily sedentary, except for occasional dispersive movements.
It is similar in appearance to the more common grey heron but is slightly smaller, more slender and has darker plumage. It is also a more evasive bird, favouring densely vegetated habitats near water, particularly reed beds. It hunts for a range of prey including fish, rodents, frogs and insects, either stalking them or standing waiting in ambush.
Purple herons are colonial breeders and build a bulky nest out of dead reeds or sticks close to the water' edge among reeds or in dense vegetation. About five bluish-green eggs are laid and are incubated by both birds. The young hatch about four weeks later and fledge six weeks after that. The International Union for Conservation of Nature notes that the global population trend is downwards, largely because of the drainage of wetlands, but assesses the purple heron's conservation status as being of "least concern".
The purple heron is a large bird, 78–97 cm (31–38 in) in length with a standing height from 70 to 94 cm (28 to 37 in) and a 120–152 cm (47–60 in) wingspan. However, it is slender for its size, weighing only 0.5 to 1.35 kg (1.1 to 3.0 lb).[5] It is somewhat smaller than the grey heron, from which it can be distinguished by its darker reddish-brown plumage, and, in adults, its darker grey back. Adults have the forehead and the crown of the head black, with a dark stripe down the back of the neck that terminates in a slender, dangling crest. This is shorter than the crest of the grey heron and does not exceed 140 mm (5.5 in). The sides of the head and the neck are buffish chestnut, with dark streaks and lines down either side of the whole the neck. The mantle is oily brown and the upper scapular feathers are elongated but not the lower ones. The rest of the upper parts and the tail are brownish grey. The front of the neck is paler than the sides and there are some elongated feathers at the base of the neck which are streaked with white, chestnut and black. The breast is chestnut brown, with some blackening at the side, and the belly and under-tail coverts are black. The brownish-yellow beak is long, straight and powerful, and is brighter in colour in breeding adults. The iris is yellow and the legs are brown at the front and yellowish behind.
The call is a harsh "frarnk", but is quieter and more high-pitched than that of the grey heron. It is generally a less noisy bird, though similar guttural sounds are heard emanating from the heronry. It is also less robust, and appears somewhat hollow-chested. Its head and neck are more slender and snake-like than the grey heron and its toes much longer. Unlike that bird, it often adopts a posture with its neck extending obliquely, and even nestlings tend to use this stance.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanate from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
R.L. Stevenson
Location CloudLake DeadVenice themed now closed. One of the last of images taken at DeadVenice. So sad.
The Count sees his victim and seperates her from the others. Seduces her then he secures her within his grip. She cannot escape as he prepares his next meal. Alas he does not realise she drank a lil too much so she has a high alcohol reading. He has not been intoxicated for centuries. Interesting to see if he bites himself and not her from the alcohol emanating from her breath.
Emanating from everywhere in the sky and casting no shadows the strange lavender light was perfectly dull allowing the space and hues to move forward.
Continuing my pursuit of Stephen Shore's photos expressing the conscious awareness of space as the primary element structuring an image.
I showed you the main door to the Henry Jones Art Hotel previously, but from inside looking out. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/53509663898/in/dateposted/
As the darkness deepens outside the warm inviting tones emanating from inside do attract - especially to the restaurant and bar.
Seen on County Route 466, Luce County, Michigan. While I got no lifers at this spot, it was still one of the coolest places I saw on my trip. The road began by passing through residential areas and woodlots, but quickly transitioned to far more interesting habitats. An American blttern flushed from a close ditch as I walked past; a sedge wr3n scolded from a wet field. This male golden-winged warbler and a couple of others were busy countersinging in the scrub, and a yellow-beIIied flycatcher gave its "chebek" song from deep inside the bog, complementing the "freebeer" songs of alder fIycatchers constantly emanating from the marshy areas and even powerlines.
"It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit."
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
The snow, a soft blanket muffling all sound, lay heavy on the world. A small, grey squirrel, its fur a perfect match for the shadows cast by the leafless trees, sat perched atop a snow-covered fence post. Its tiny black eyes, alert and intelligent, scanned the surroundings.
The squirrel, a picture of stillness against the stark winter landscape, twitched its ears, listening intently for any sign of danger. A gust of wind, icy and sharp, whipped through the bare branches, sending a flurry of snowflakes dancing around the creature.
Undeterred, the squirrel remained motionless, its grip firm on the weathered wood. A sense of quiet determination emanated from the small creature, a testament to its resilience in the face of the harsh winter.
The scene, a fleeting moment of winter beauty, captured the essence of a creature perfectly adapted to its environment, a symbol of survival in the face of adversity.
Spiritual Emanation Over a Horse Race Course
Created with Midjourney
PP work in Adobe PS Elements 2024 Raw filters
A mysterious, shimmering, psychedelic, vaguely glowing spiritual emanation, that is scintillating, with an amorphous vertically elongated shape, with pointed fractal appendages and tendrils that tapers off at the bottom, with a large opened eye at its center, hovering in a horse race track landscape.
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"Television was not intended to make humans vacuous; but it is an emanation of their vacuity" - Malcom Muggeridge.
I am not particularly a fan of frame-filling bird photos but this Black-necked Grebe didn't give me much option. Black-necked Grebe (Podiceps nigricollis) is one of Britain's rarest breeding birds with only around 50 pairs. Though globally they are not rare breeding across North America, Europe, Asia, with an isolated resident population in southern Africa. In America they are known as Eared Grebes. There are only about 130 birds wintering in Britain so not a particularly easy species to see. This was in West Yorkshire where a small breeding colony exists. The scientific name Podiceps nigricollis translates rather coarsely as black-necked arse-foot. Arse-foot was a common name for grebes because the feet seem to emanate from the back end, unlike most other waterbirds which had legs in the middle.
for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Beautiful morning at Tanawha Trail nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
This is a time blend. I arrived during the blue hour at the White Rock overlook and quickly set up a composition to catch a shot while it was still light out. Then I waited until the end of astronomical twilight to continue shooting with my normal night time settings, 13 sec exposure, f2.5, ISO 1600. I used Starry Landscape Stacker to process the Milky Way and then blended in the blue hour shot to reveal detail in the foreground landscape.
It seems better to have a brighter shot and darken it then to try and brighten up a dark exposure. It will greatly reduce the noise in the foreground image, because at 8 seconds, ISO 800 at f5.6 the blue hour image is not very noisy to begin with.
The poor Milky Way has to battle the intense light pollution emanating from Bernallio and Albuquerque to the right, (south) and Santa Fe to the left, (east). Española to the north and Los Alamos to the west, both outside the frame, are also making their contributions. Pretty soon there will be no place left to see our galaxy.
And city dwellers: Make sure your lights are shining downwards and turn them off when not needed!
The river locally known as Aspropotamos rises (starts) on Mt. Lakmos, then flows through the nearby village Chaliki. This is probably the most photogenic stone bridge crossing the river in this picturesque mountain resort. This shot offers a closer look at the river’s bed and banks; they are geologically interesting, as they look like schists or similar metamorphic rocks.
Chaliki is one of the most remote villages around Aspropotamos’s flow between the mountains Koziakas and Tzoumerka (Pindus range). In 1454 AD the village was listed as Halik (in Turkish) in Ottoman tax records, with a population of 140 approximately, permanently living there throughout the year.
Aspropótamos (Greek for “White River”) is a toponym for the 2nd largest Greek river, Acheloös or Achelōos. Achelōos runs for 220 km (137 mi) prior to disgorging its waters into the Ionian Sea. The precipitous flow of the river causes its crystal-clear waters to splash and foam over the many stones scattered throughout the river bed; the White River toponym emanates from the white foam occurring all along the river. Achelōos was worshipped as a god in ancient Greece (son of Ocean and Tēthys or Ocean and Naïás).
High in the Ariège Pyrénées, I watched as storm systems collided and transformed the landscape into something otherworldly. These jagged peaks, normally solid and reassuring landmarks, became ghostly apparitions materializing from swirling mists and diffused light. The atmosphere felt almost apocalyptic - neither fully light nor completely dark, suspended in that liminal space where nature reveals its most dramatic character.
My intention was to capture not just what I saw, but what I felt in that moment of atmospheric chaos. Black and white became essential to this vision - stripping away the distraction of color to focus purely on form, light, and shadow. The peaks emerge like ancient sentinels from the darkness, backlit by an otherworldly glow that seems to emanate from beyond the veil of clouds.
What moved me about this scene was its timeless quality. This could be a photograph from any era, or from no specific time at all. Mountains have stood witness to countless storms, and in moments like these, you feel connected to everyone who has ever stood before these peaks in awe and humility.
This image represents why I return to the mountains despite - or perhaps because of - the harsh conditions. Beauty isn't always found in perfect weather and clear skies, but often in those raw, challenging moments when nature strips away pretense and shows its true power.
Valldemossa ist ein Bergdorf in der Tramuntana und abseits der touristischen Attraktionen ein verträumter Ort mit engen Gassen, die von jahrhundertealten Steinhäusern gesäumt werden. Oleanderbüsche und Feigenkakteen stehen vor den Hauseingängen in Terrakottakübeln und eine beschauliche Ruhe geht von den alten Gemäuern aus. Handbemalte Kacheln mit dem Bild von Catalina Tomás zieren unzählige Häuser in Valldemossa. Die mallorquinische Heilige wurde im 16. Jahrhundert in dem Bergdorf geboren und wird bis heute verehrt.
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Valldemossa is a mountain village in the Tramuntana and a dreamy place with narrow streets lined with centuries-old stone houses, away from the tourist attractions. Oleander bushes and prickly pear cacti stand in front of the house entrances in terracotta tubs and a contemplative calm emanates from the old walls. Hand-painted tiles with the image of Catalina Tomás adorn countless houses in Valldemossa. The Mallorcan saint was born in the mountain village in the 16th century and is still revered today.
2023-03-10
We can sit and gaze at it for hours.
It's luminous, it's warm, it's romantic; but most of all it's spiritual. (In what way spiritual? We can't really say, but it is spiritual.) A yellow droplet of light, laced with red, bright-white at the edges, and blue at the core as if dirtied by its contact with the material wick. But we didn't see all those colors until we counted them -- the flame itself is a perfect, integral whole, emanating calm and tranquility.
How, indeed, can something as agitated as the flame radiate such peace? For the flame is a clash of forces pulling in opposite directions. Look closely: see how it strains upward, striving to tear away from the wick which tethers it to the candle or lamp and lose itself in the great expanses of energy that gird the heavens. But look again, and see how it clings to the length of braided cotton that spears its heart and supplies it with the fuel that sustains its luminance and life. Back and forth, up and down it strives, vacillating between being and naught, between presence and oblivion.
"The soul of man is a candle of G-d" (Proverbs 20:27). For the soul of man, too, is a clash of divergent forces and contrary strivings.
We yearn to tear free of our "wick" -- of the body that anchors us to the physical reality and sullies us with physical needs and wants. We strive upwards, yearning to transcend the physical, the human and the particular, and fuse with the universal and the divine. At the same time, we cling to the body, to the bit of matter that sustains us as dynamic and productive participants in G-d's world.
It is this perpetual up-and-down, this incessant vacillation from selfhood to selflessness and back again, that we call life. It is this eternal tension between our desire to escape the physical and our commitment to inhabit it, develop it and sanctify it that makes us spiritual beings.
We can sit and gaze at the flame for hours, because we are gazing at ourselves.
(Yanki Tauber "The flame" www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/45665/jewish/The-F...)
While I don't like photographing other people's art to literally reproduce it, I found this Hallicrafters SX-110 very beautiful. This radio is part of David Soin Tappaser's 15 minute sound loop titled "the form of danger is an emanation of energy" at the Art Institute of Chicago.
Just to be clear, Monsieur Magritte: this is an actual radio setup on a cinder block table, not a picture of a picture of one on a wall.
More about the artist HERE: www.davidsointappeser.com/life
More about the Hallicrafters Co. HERE: www.madeinchicagomuseum.com/single-post/hallicrafters/
Indigo Bunting relaxing among Redbuds in full bloom
I really love the dreamy quality with the vivid spring colors here backlit by the afternoon sun. The soft quality of the copious red buds in the foreground. I especially like the branches as compositional elements here - they help to lead the eye around the work. I did work at separating the bird from the branches behind, but maintain their unity in the environment.
The branches are almost like bolts of energy emanating from the bird.
This Indigo Bunting is a non-breeding male - likely molting.
Following on in the Puffer theme……..Here is “Auld Reekie” one of the last Puffers to be built for the Royal Navy in 1943. When she was finally demobbed, she worked out of Rosyth and Scapa Flow before moving to the west coast of Scotland, trading around the western isles. The nickname Puffer came from the distinctive puff-puff sound that emanates from the funnel while the boiler is fired up and the vessel is under way. She is photographed here being refurbished at Crinan with hopes of being put to sea again, where she will once again act as a poignant reminder of a bygone way of life.
Also called lantern mushroom, with the curious form of a truncated icosahedron, it emanates a cadaverous stench that attracts flies, through which it spreads its spores. Inedible...
My recent trip to the coasts of north Cornwall & Devon has, inevitably, yielded a large number of rock pictures. I loved the patterns, colours and textures, and also the palpable sense of geological time that seemed to emanate from the strata.
I also saw a lot of faces in the rocks. Sometimes it seemed that everywhere I looked, there was another face; which got me thinking...
What if, long, long ago, when the cliff face I was standing before was miles inland, what if there was a graveyard? And over the ages, as the sea beat it’s incessant path into the heart of the land, the very essence of the dead at rest in that graveyard somehow leached into the ground to be taken up by the rocks below. Those same rocks that are now exposed by the sea...
There, in the rock at the bottom of the waterfall, I see the face of a woman...
Or
Slow shutter-speed shot of the waterfall at Buck’s Mill, North Devon.
Studio: "Jumis Dreamers"
Sitting Couple: Vio & Thea
Capture: Firestorm
Presets, Editing & Post Processing: Gimp
:: NO Ai ::
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Warmth
~Lillian Jamison~
I savor....
The warmth of you
Each time we embrace
And I feel your arms around me
The warmth of you
As we share and delight
In loves tender kiss
The warmth of you
When nights seem cold
You are close to my heart
The warmth of you
The light in your eyes
That emanates from your soul
The warmth of you
Whilst I lay
Curled beneath your arm
I savor........
The warmth
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Taken in the early hours of this morning (approx. 3.00am) no wonder I feel tired!
Alarm was set for 1.30 - cloud obscured the skies, but then started to clear. I had already set the equipment up in the garage and then just had to open the door and avoid knocking it all over in the dark.
Not the ideal location as there is quite a lot of light pollution locally, but couldn't face driving to the coast after having been on the road all day. Also wanted to have a decent point of reference in the shots.
This is a composite of about 10 shots and there are at least 5 shooting star trails emanating from the North East Perseids atmosphere entry point. If you zoom in you can see a hint of the green / red colouring (green from Magnesium traces in the debris, red from it burning Nitrogen and Oxygen in the atmosphere).
There was also a very spectacular 'fireball' - of course not where the camera was pointing but low to the east it was very bright, reminded me of that Russian dash cam video.
Great to see - and did seem to be more frequent that previous occasions. Counted about 70 over a 2 and a half hour period.
If you want to try it, the settings over are a good starting point. To work out your exposure use the 600 rule - divide 600 by the true focal length of your lens (so 35mm on full frame 17 seconds, on crop sensor 10 seconds). This will avoid you introducing star trails on individual shots.
Sturdy tripod and shutter release locked down - or interval timer if you camera has one (my 7D Mk II does but would have also introduced more noise and captured less light with the shorter exposure).
My granddaughter visited last weekend and made a huge circle of glowsticks. She lad them out on the floor and I took a quick photo. I looked at the photo and this abstract emerged reflecting the joy I felt emanating from that little girl!
Robert Rauschenburg (1925-2008)
Oracle (1962-1965)
youtu.be/fgF_BngJtEk 1:39
Five-part interactive sculpture consisting of "found" salvaged metal objects with five concealed AM radios for sound:
-vent duct
-car door on typewriter table,with crushed metal
-constructed staircase control unit housing batteries and electrical components
-wooden window frame with vent duct
The video link above shows you how the objects work with sound.
Oracle is a sound environment made up of five AM radios where the sounds from each radio emanates from one of the five sculptures.The viewer can play the sculpture as an orchestra from the controls of one of the pieces by varying the volume and the rate by scanning through the frequency band.But they cannot stop the scanning at any given station.The impression was that of walking down the Lower East Side on a summer evening and hearing the radios from the open windows (each object representing an open apartment window with a radio playing,my guess) of the apartment buildings.The materials used for the work were found on the streets of New York.
driving along the Lofoten islands on a rather rainy and misty day. The "sadness" and mood emanating from those Northern landscapes appear to strike a harmonious cord within me :)
I still have loads of shots from my Central Asia trip, but there are also so many other nice shots to share.
This shot is on my posting list for at least 6 months, and although it is not the most spectacular image, I like it because it emanates peace and tranquility. I was very surprised to read about this mosque that it dates back from the 13th century. it looks rather modern.
20 September 2019 I came back from my journey over a part of the Silk Road to and through Central Asia. 4 months of traveling through 14 countries (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Iran) before I flew home from Teheran. An impressive journey in countries that are extremely beautiful, with lovely and welcoming people and diverse cultures and history.
Intense traveling with more than 20000 kilometers in our mobile home on sometimes roads that hardly could be called that way. We saw many villages and cities (some wonderful, others very ugly), countries that are transforming from the old Soviet era into something more related to older cultures and the way people live, often funded by oil readily available around the Caspian sea. We saw the amazing mountains south of the Black Sea, the wonderful Caucasus, and the high mountains in the far east close to China with peaks over 7000 meter, and not to forget the (Bulgarian) Alps!
We crossed the great steppe of Kazakhstan. a drive of at least 5000 km, the remnants of lake Aral, once one of the biggest lakes of the world, saw a rocket launch from Baikonur (this little part is Russian owned), we crossed many high mountains passes, and drove the breathtaking canyon that comes from the Pamir, beginning at ca 4500 meter, and going down for ca. 400km to an altitude of 1300 meter, driving for 100's of kilometers along the Afghan border.
And then the numerous lakes with all sorts of different colors from deep cobalt blue to turquoise, and one rare spectacle in Turkmenistan where a gas crater is burning already for more than 40 years. And finally and certainly not the least to mention an enormous amount of wonderful, hospitable and welcoming people. The woman often dressed in wonderful dresses, and bringing a lot of color in the streets of almost of all countries we visited.
Banff Springs Hotel, Alberta. Grand railway hotel opened in 1888 by the Canadian Pacific Railways. The hotel was named for the natural hot springs emanating from Sulphur mountain. Famous guests have included Queen Elizabeth the Second and Marilyn Monroe.
South is up in this photo of the waning gibbous Moon at nearly 19 days old and 83 percent illuminated. The approximate lunar south pole is marked.
To the right (west) of the south pole is the lunar limb, which is where the fully illuminated lunar disk meets the black sky. To the left (east) of the south pole is the terminator, which is where the illuminated and non-illuminated portions of the lunar disk meet.
Hints of Tycho's ejecta rays can be seen emanating from the lower right corner.
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Meade LX850 (12" f/8)
Losmandy G11
Minneriya (Sri Lanka) - Même punition qu’à Sigirîya avec le « safari » dans le parc national de Minneriya. On vous annonce plus de 200 éléphants en totale liberté dans cette réserve d’Etat qui s’étend sur 9.000 hectares. En réalité il y en a une trentaine en permanence en semi-liberté, retenus par les gardes dans un périmètre réduit autour d’un point d’eau, afin de satisfaire les touristes.
Les 200 éléphants annoncés existent bien, mais se répartissent sur les 4 parcs nationaux de la région qui disposent de couloirs de communication protégés pour que les pachydermes puissent circuler.
Qu’ils soient en liberté supposée ou semi-liberté le problème n’est pas là . Le côté positifs c’est que ces éléphants ne sont pas exploités pour effectuer des travaux de force, comme dans nombre de pays asiatiques. En revanche, ceux qui sont retenus en « otages » pour le plaisir des touristes sont sans cesse importunés et respirent les émanations toxiques émis par les diesels des 4X4 chargés de touristes. Et des véhicules tout-terrain à certaines heures de la journée, sont plus nombreux que les pachydermes.
Là aussi j’ai voulu faire plaisir à mes filles en acceptant ce pseudo-safari de deux heures. On ne m’y reprendra plus. Mes filles non plus d’ailleurs. Et c’est sans doute ça qui est positif dans cette histoire.
"Pretend they weren't here! They will eventually go away! "
Minneriya (Sri Lanka) - Same punishment as in Sigiriya with the "safari" in Minneriya National Park. We tell you more than 200 elephants in total freedom in this state reserve which stretches over 9,000 hectares. In fact, there are around thirty of them permanently in semi-freedom, held by the guards in a small area around a water point, in order to satisfy tourists.
The 200 elephants announced do exist, but are spread over the region's 4 national parks which have protected communication corridors so that the pachyderms can circulate.
Whether they are on supposed or day parole the problem is not there. The positive side is that these Sri Lankan elephants are not exploited in these parks for heavy labor as in many Asian countries. On the other hand, those who are held as "hostages" for the pleasure of tourists are constantly annoyed and breathe the toxic fumes emitted by the diesels of 4X4 ​​loaded with tourists. And all-terrain vehicles at certain times of the day outnumber pachyderms.
There too I wanted to please my daughters by accepting this two-hour pseudo-safari. I will not be taken back. Neither do my daughters either. And that's probably what is positive about this story.
The impressive Tymphe mountain range, as seen from one of its lower peaks.
Noticeable is the Dragon - lake, an everlasting lake whose water emanates from deep inside the earth and the snow melting during the hot season.
The peak of the Tymphe mountain range is behind me (not seen in the picture) and is called Gamila (2497m).
Just notice the amazing pine trees (pinus heldreichii) rising on the steep slopes... Defying weather, winters and death.
All part of the main "spinal" mountain range of northern Greece, Pindus.
A photo of a Scooter's Coffee drive-thru taken just before dawn. The scene is bathed in the soft, purplish-pink hues of the pre-sunrise sky, creating a serene and slightly melancholic atmosphere. The low light emphasizes the glow emanating from the coffee shop's signage and street lights, contrasting with the cooler tones of the approaching day.
I intended this image to tell a story of daily life that reflects on the comforting ritual of stopping for morning coffee during a moment of personal routine. Take a moment to recognize the beauty in simple rituals and everyday habits that take place before the world awakens to its typical hustle and bustle.
Pilot Gabriel Barton at the controls of this Spitfire Mk Vc, serial EE602. The metallic, circular fuel filling point is clearly visible on top of the cowling.
A reasonably well resolved image - the stencilled 'Walkway' wording is clearly legible.
The six exhausts on each side of the engine are paired into three 'fish tails' - these both suppressed any flames emanating from the exhausts (which could be seen from a great distance in low light) and also created a tiny bit of extra thrust.
Based at Duxford, this Spitfire was photographed at Old Warden in August of 2024.
As I walk through the historic district of Lyon, known as Vieux Lyon, my camera captures the mesmerizing beauty of its doors and windows. The architectural marvels that adorn this area are a testament to the city's rich history and cultural heritage.
Moving on, I stumble upon a row of tall windows that overlook the bustling streets below. Each window has its own unique character, framed by worn-out stone masonry. Peering through the glass, I catch glimpses of flowers adorning the windowsills, adding a touch of nature to the urban landscape.
As I wander deeper into Vieux Lyon, I come across a hidden alleyway with cobblestone pavements. The irregular stones beneath my feet seem to whisper stories of the past, transporting me back to a time when horse-drawn carriages roamed these narrow streets. The sunlight filtering through the buildings casts a warm glow on the ancient stones, creating a magical atmosphere.
One particular photograph captures my attention—a wooden balcony adorned with delicate wrought iron railings. The years have bestowed upon it a graceful decay, where peeling paint reveals the raw beauty of weathered wood. It serves as a testament to the passage of time and the resilience of Lyon's architectural heritage.
As I conclude my photographic journey through Vieux Lyon, I can't help but be drawn to the tantalizing aromas emanating from the nearby Bouchons Lyonnaisse. These traditional Lyon eateries offer culinary delights that perfectly complement the visual feast I have captured through my lens. The fusion of decadent constructions, ancient walls, rustic pavements, and weathered wood with the culinary delights of Lyon's Bouchons creates a harmonious blend of sensory experiences.
Lyon's historic district is truly a treasure trove of architectural wonders, where the delicate beauty of doors and windows harmoniously coexists with the gastronomic pleasures of the city. With my camera as my guide, I have had the privilege to capture a glimpse of Lyon's captivating past and present, forever preserving the allure of this enchanting city.
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Aptly named after Mount Potolaka, the sacred mountain abode of the Bodhisattva of Compassion, Avalokiteshvara, the Potala Palace has been identified in different ages as the residence of Tibet`s two illustrious and kingly emanations of Avalokiteshvara - Songtsen Gampo during the seventh century and the Fifth Dalai Lama during the 17th century. The building which towers above the city of Lhasa rises from the slopes of Mount Marpori, for which reason it is known locally as Tse Podrang "Summit Palace". The outer section, known as the White Palace has functioned as the traditional seat of government and the winter residence of the Dalai Lamas, while the inner section known as the Red Palace contains outstanding temples and the reliquary tombs of eight past Dalai Lamas. In terms of global perception, it is this relic of Tibet`s past, present, and future national aspiration which, more than any other, symbolizes the country of Tibet, like the great wall of China “Great Firewall of China” or the Vatican in Italy.
This 13-storeyed edifice was among the world`s tallest buildings prior to the advent of the 20th-century skyscraper, and undoubtedly the grandest building in Tibet.
The interior area of the 13-storeyed Potala Palace is 130.000 sq m. The building is 118 m high, 366 m from east to west, and 335 m from north to south. There are 1000 rooms housing approximately 200.000 images.
Traditinally the chapels of the Potala Palace were only open to the public on set days such as the fourth day of the sixth lunar month, and in the fourth lunar month. Now, in the absence of the Dalai Lama, it has the air of a (dead) museum, and is accessible throughout the week.
Paksé (Laos) - En venant de Thaïlande, Paksé est la porte d’entrée du Laos pour le voyageur qui veut se rendre par la route dans le Sud du pays.
Le véritable intérêt ici, c'est le marché. Pour le plaisir des yeux (du photographe) car pour les odeurs, mieux vaut passer son chemin. La preuve par l'image ; au moins pour les conditions sanitaires, même si personnellement j’ai toujours l’odeur du poisson quand je revois cette photo.
Le pic-up est arrivé chargé de poissons du Mékong. Ceux qui étaient dans l'habitacle étaient emballés vaguement dans des plastiques pour éviter de trop souiller les sièges en cuir et pour tenter de limiter les émanations nauséabondes des poissons en début de décomposition, sous l’effet de la chaleur (40°).
Après avoir assisté à cette scène, je n'ai plus mangé de poisson de tout le voyage. Quant au pic-up, étant donné son utilisation professionnelle, je pense qu'il est désormais invendable sur le marché de l'occasion. Sauf si les éventuels acheteurs ne sont pas indisposés par l'odeur ou envisagent de l’utiliser comme poissonnerie ambulante.
It is fresh my fish!
Paksé (Laos) - Coming from Thailand, Paksé is the gateway to Laos for the traveler who wants to go by road to the south of the country.
The real interest here is the market. For the pleasure of the eyes (of the photographer) because for the smells, it is better to go your own way. Image proof; at least for the sanitary conditions, even if personally I always have the smell of fish when I see this photo again.
The pick-up arrived loaded with fish from the Mekong. Those in the cabin were wrapped in plastic to avoid soiling the leather seats too much and to limit the nauseous fumes from fish at the start of decomposition under the effects of heat (40°).
After witnessing this scene, I haven't eaten any more fish for the whole trip. As for the pic-up, given its professional use, I think it is now unsaleable on the second-hand market. Unless potential buyers aren't bothered by the smell or plan to use it as a mobile fishmonger.
Canon EOS 6D - f/5 - 1/250sec - 100mm - ISO 100
- I did photograph the lid of the bonbonniere holding it up towards the sun, as a result most of the facets of the clear crystal glass show up dark, some show some blue of the sky too.
The width of the part shown in the picture is in actuality 7 cm.
- An octagram is in geometry an eight-sided star polygon.
- Meaning of an eight-pointed star
The eight-pointed star, or octagram, has a variety of different meanings based on the interpretation of the culture or spiritual system that is using the symbol.
* From the Judeo-Christian perspective, the eight-pointed star represents new beginnings.
* However, the Babylonians believed an octagram represented the goddess Ishtar, who was associated with the planet Venus.
* The Hindu goddess of wealth, Lakshimi, is represented by eight emanations, which are depicted as two intertwined squares that form an octagram. Each emanation, or point, of the octagram represents one of the following aspects of wealth: victory, patience, health, knowledge, nourishment, prosperity, mobility and monetary wealth.
* For the Egyptians, the eight-pointed star represented the eight deities known as the Ogdoad. The Egyptians believed that the Ogdoad, four female gods and four male gods, each represented a primal force or element such as water, air, darkness or infinity. Together, they created the world and the sun god Ra.
* Two overlapping squares, or an octagram, also represents duality. Each point of the square represents the four cardinal directions and the four elements: air, water, earth and fire. The top square of the octagram represents the positive aspects of the elements, and the bottom square represents the negative.
I occasionally see raptors perched on the utility pole in my yard. They like high perches as lookouts when hunting. Throughout September and October especially, we are frequently visited by merlins. I have tried and tried to get a good shot but with little success. From my upstairs window there is typically a haze caused by the heat emanating from the roof beyond. From my deck the angle is too harsh. Merlins are just too small and the distance too great to produce a decent image. Last week, I was in the upper half acre of my yard (which I just purchased last autumn). This land is situated north of this pole and the ground 50 feet higher in altitude. I had been photographing a tree when I saw a bird fly through my view. It’s flight pattern screamed raptor and I watched it fly straight to the utility pole. Finally, a proper angle from which to photograph this small raptor, and with no added atmospheric distortion. I do so love my new backyard!